Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2007 03:19:12 -0800 (PST)
From: James Robinson
Subject: Atlantic Express, Chapter 38
G'day Frens, here is the next chapter of this WW11 naval saga, hope you enjoy
it. This story contains sex between males if this is not your type of tale or
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Atlantic Express, Chapter 38, by justjames17.
We left Bryce and Malcolm drugged in a boy brothel while Nazi saboteurs dressed
in their uniforms set explosive charges in the naval dockyards at Alexandria,
where HMS Fox hound is awaiting repairs and enjoying a well-earned respite in
harbour.
The two saboteurs left the dockyard and hurried away as their timed charges
ticked down to explode, in the bustling dockyard work went on apace as supplies
were trucked to waiting ships and the repair crews worked flat out, seaman moved
about on errands for their officers or strolled through, either going on or
returning from leave, just a normal day in the busy naval base. Suddenly a huge
crumping boom startled everyone as a massive column of water shot high in the
air between the cruiser and the dock, the ship heaved on her moorings. Three
sailors painting her hull were obliterated in the disruptive blinding flash as
the small but very powerful charge opened her armoured hull to the sea. The
heavy timbers of the wharf had helped the explosive containing the force and
directing it against the her steel hull, blowing a huge hole, big enough to
drive a small car through, water gushed racing into her engine rooms as she
listed over towards the wharf.
Her crew were thrown off their feet by the force of the explosion, disoriented
and confused many bruised and injured by the sudden movement of their usually
stable ship and the jagged flying pieces of ship's hull. The dockyard seemed
stunned by the sound and sight of the destruction, as people stood slack jawed
staring at the horrifying scene, those close by were deafened and blown off
their feet by the explosive force. The servicemen started to regain their senses
when a second explosion blew part of the wall out of a warehouse and it started
to burn, another explosion destroyed the steel upright of a huge crane toppling
the structure onto the bridge of a corvette moored alongside, the small warship
was severely damaged and some of her crew including her captain were killed.
Several more warehouses were set on fire by the planted charges adding to the
confusion, the number and sheer magnitude of the disaster overwhelmed the
dockyard emergency services and urgent calls were sent out to fire services in
the town and also requests for civilian ambulances to remove the injured to the
hospital. The two saboteurs watched from a distance as the thick dark plumes of
smoke belched and drifted slowly across the harbour, they almost danced with
glee at what they had accomplished as they returned to the brothel to change
back into their own clothes.
They arrived and reported their success to the man who owned the brothel then
stripped out of the British uniforms and donned their inconspicuous street
attire, the Egyptian owner invited the spies to climb up to the roof so they
could all watch the fires burning in the harbour. They sat up on the flat roof
and the toy boys made numerous trips up there bearing drinks so the men could
celebrate watching the thick billowing smoke clouds belching into the sky.
Down in the harbour organised chaos reigned as fire services battled the intense
fires scattered through the warehouses and swiftly spreading, ships alongside
too added their efforts spraying the burning buildings with their fire fighting
hoses. A massive explosion shook the base as a munitions shed exploded
violently, shells flying smoking through the air to land and spread the
conflagration, an attending fire truck and its crew wiped out in the explosion.
Panic ensued as people fled the area thinking more violent explosions may occur.
Charles watched from the bridge of the Fox Hound, as the devastation built, his
ship was well away from the fires and they were advised to stay aboard out of
the chaos. Meanwhile Bryce and Malcolm were still drugged when their uniforms
were returned and left folded in the room where they were incarcerated. Two of
the boys now lay naked with them in the bed as they waited for the Englishmen to
regain consciousness.
The boys were pleasuring both unconscious men, sucking and licking their limp
cocks trying to arouse them so they could be entertained sexually. Bryce groaned
as he began to stir feeling the wet warmth enveloping his tool, he stirred and
humped automatically as the lad sucked on his quickly hardening cock allowing
the lengthening and thickening tool to enter his straining throat. Bryce
groggily opened his eyes to see the lad impaled sucking on his aroused erection;
the wet caress of the boy's throat guaranteeing he soon was fully stiff and
leaking.
Malcolm still unconscious lay inert as the other lad played with his limp meat,
while Bryce watched dreamily holding the boy on his own cock by the ears as he
slurped up and down on his boner. Malcolm stirred and writhed in his stupor as
his senses slowly returned, his cock straining as it firmed under the lad's
manipulations, he mumbled nonsensically as his foggy brain cleared of the drugs
fighting to come to grips with reality.
Both sailors lay there feeling woozy and weak as if from a bad hang over, the
light hurt their eyes but their excited cocks were screaming for release. The
two lads positioned themselves above the pulsating pricks before taking then up
their tight arse holes until their tender smooth flesh was pressed to the men's
pubic mounds feeling the wiry hair tickle their bums. The lads rode the men like
cowboys as Bryce and Malcolm bucked and twisted about feeling the incredible
sexiness and tight tunnels of these accomplished young prostitutes. They
ejaculated climaxing in a gushing explosion of sperm filling the lads and the
excess draining out onto their groins.
The lads pulled off their shrinking tools and hopped off the beds leaving both
men panting side by side, the naked lads bowed to the two men and thanked them
then left the room after telling men the bathroom was across the hallway and
they returned bringing fresh towels and bars of soap for their ablutions. Bryce
and Malcolm shambled unsteadily across to the bathroom where they cleaned up and
dried off returning to the bedroom and beginning to dress. The men made their
way downstairs and left the brothel wandering through the alleyways uncertain of
where they were or had to go to reach the dockyard.
They eventually found a small café and bar where they asked directions and were
told how to find their way back to the main city from there they were able to
head for the base. They neared the gates to see the pall of smoke and could hear
the fires as ammunition popped and exploded amongst the burning buildings. The
sentries on duty advised them to go back into town until things quietened down
and the fires were under control, Bryce and Malcolm turned back and found a
restaurant where they sat outside at a table and wolfed down a meal followed by
a few dark ales while they awaited the fires to be extinguished.
Hours passed and the smoke diminished but the stench of burning persisted
pervading the whole city causing people to cough and grimace. The fires
smouldered but were no longer rampant so the two men, officer and seaman
returned to the base passing through the sentries and making their way through
the tangled hoses and parked fire trucks, they were amazed at the damage many
buildings burnt to the ground while others were smoke stained and holed by
flying debris thrown up by exploding munitions. Tired fire crews sprayed water
onto the smoking ruins and Bryce and Malcolm were glad to finally locate Fox
Hound at her berth, on the way there they passed the stricken cruiser her decks
submerged listing forlornly against the wharf as if exhausted.
They stepped aboard their ship and saluted the quarter deck then the duty
officer checked them back on board, they went below to get out of their going
ashore uniforms and still feeling a little groggy after their experiences they
both turned in and went to sleep. The port was calm the next day, fires
extinguished and the clean up began while a crew began the long salvage job on
the cruiser. Divers went down to examine the hull and decide the best method of
raising her so she could be towed to dry dock for repairs. The divers surfaced
and met with the engineers it was decided that a heavy canvass would be fastened
into position to cover the hole while heavy pumps would be used to drain her
hull gradually restoring her buoyancy.
Charles meanwhile decided to step ashore to dine and donning his best uniform he
set off, passing through the dockyard and out past the saluting sentries he
hailed a passing gharry and set off into the city. He found a nice restaurant
and paid off the driver walking into the very impressive dining room, the
headwaiter escorted him to a table and sat him down then handed him a menu
clicking his fingers imperiously at a nearby young native waiter who hurried
across bringing a carafe of water and poured a goblet full then stood at
attention beside the table while Charles perused the food on offer. He made his
decision and told the handsome swarthy young man his desires and the lad left to
go to the kitchen to get his order, Charles sat back relaxed and watched the
diners dotted about the chandelier lit room. The crisp white damask tablecloths
set with shining silverware and glistening crystal gave a feeling of opulence,
as did the well-dressed diners.
The young waiter returned bringing Charles his meal as he placed the plate in
front of Charles who accidentally brushed his arm against the water goblet that
fell spilling water over Charles then rolled off the table to smash on the
floor. The sound of breaking glass brought the headwaiter hurrying to the table
where he cuffed the young waiter's head and spat invectives in the native tongue
at the cowering youth. The lad moved away shoulders slumped as the bombastic man
apologised obsequiously to Charles and tried mopping the water with a serviette.
Charles asked the man where the waiter was going and he replied, "I have
dismissed him for his clumsiness, we need good staff here not incompetent
imbeciles like that young oaf."
Charles bridled as his anger stirred, he grasped the man's scrawny wrist and
growled, "Go get him back at once it was me who knocked the glass over not your
waiter he did a perfect job."
The swarthy face of the man paled at Charles imperious manner, the manner of a
commanding officer of a naval vessel is not to be taken lightly, he bowed
barking an order to a nearby waiter, Charles released his wrist and said, "No
you go and bring him back and I want to hear you apologise to the lad."
The man turned and hurried away towards the kitchens his immaculate white
burnoose flapping in the wind of his passage as he almost ran to bring the young
waiter back to the table. Charles sat there a slight smile on his face as he
watched the kitchen doors and began eating his meal. The doors swung open as the
headwaiter appeared followed by the youth and the smile vanished from Charles'
face as he frowned at their approach. The headwaiter stopped and bowed low as
Charles sat back stony faced, the man began speaking in Arabic and Charles
growled, "Speak in English you damned impertinent lout."
The man's eyes flashed fire momentarily then he apologised to the pale-faced lad
who stood trembling beside Charles who could see the abject fear in the lad's
eyes and he waited till the man finished his abrupt apology. Charles then said
in a very quiet but menacing tone, "If I hear that you have dismissed this lad
after I leave I will return and have your guts for garters, I will leave word
with all our shore based officers here to keep their eye on you so don't think
you can bide your time and mistreat this lad in the future understand?"
The man cringed wringing his hands and bowed low saying, "Yes sir I understand
Saeid's job will be protected, he will not be dismissed."
Charles dismissed the man who fled back to the entrance where he greeted
incoming diners leaving Charles with the handsome young waiter who was looking
doe eyed at the handsome English officer. Charles relaxed and smiled up at the
captivating youth with his swarthy clean cut features, black glistening curly
hair, dark brown almost black eyes which glistened with moisture as the lad
fought back tears of gratitude. Charles could feel the heat emanating from
Saeid's crotch that was close to his bare arm; Charles was wearing the white
tropical short-sleeved shirt and white shorts with long white socks and black
shoes. He moved slightly brushing his upper arm against the lad's midriff and
felt the burgeoning erection under the loose fitting burnoose. Saeid's gasped
his quick intake of breath hissed through his sweet lips as he felt the man's
arm rub on his now straining stiffy, he was completely enamoured with the tall
powerful officer who had protected him from the overbearing man who ran the
restaurant, he wished nothing more than to serve this man in any way he could.
Charles too liked what he saw and felt in that brief encounter, the young man's
erection felt like a steel bolt under the loose white cotton clothing. He hoped
maybe that Saeid would enjoy some molten sex as Charles was feeling incredibly
randy after so long without sex, he looked at the youth and smiled up at him
then deliberately lowered his eyes slowly down the lad's torso to stare at the
slight bulge in the lad's clothing. Saeid knew what the man desired and it
matched his own wish but he wondered how they could achieve what they both
desired.
To be continued.